Back room parlour lonely sits and cries

See her with her head in her hands

But nothing at all in her eyes

Always listening for the telephone

But it only rings wrong numbers

Or whenever she's not in her home

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Thinking life would pass her by

She opened up her arms

To reach for the skies

Her dreams they never came true

So now she paints herself a sad song

Colours it blue

Late cafe closing on the street

He's turning out to hide in doorways

Or any corner that others sleep

Empty bottle spirits he has known

A vision of a quiet face

Together they look like home

Thinking life has passed him by

He opens up his arms

To reach for the sky

His dreams they never came true

So now he paints himself a sad song

Colours it blue

Memories fading photograph of years ago...

Thinking life has passed them by

They open up their mouths to scream at the sky

Their dreams they never came true

So now they paint themselves a sad song

And colour it blue